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A: Hey, Mr. Peanut Butter Cups.
B: Hey, Mr. Could-Kill-Me-in-One-Punch. How you doing?
A: You're back.
B: Yeah. Couldn't get enough of that spam.
A: Hi, Lucy.
C: Hi, Nick.
B: You know, why don't you try this? It's kind of a hinge.
C: Now, why didn't I think of that?
B: Well, you're too close to the project. Don't be hard on yourself.
C: You are right. Sometimes you need an outsider's perspective.
B: Fresh eye never hurts.
C: I'm Lucy.
B: Yes, I'm Henry Roth. Nice to meet you.
C: Nice to meet you.
B: It's pretty. Keep up the good work.
C: Wait, I see you're sitting there alone. Do you wanna come and sit down?
B: Sure, sure, that'd be great, if that's all right. 
C: Okay. So are you an architect?
B: I am not. I'm in fish.
C: Oh, that's where the smell is coming from. 
B: Yeah, yeah, I was feeding a walrus this morning and I thought I got most of it off of me, but guess I didn't.
C: I love that smell.
B: No, you don't. Fish don't even like that smell.
C: No, I do. My dad's a fisherman. He and my brother Doug, they go out to sea for months at a time. And I miss them so much while they're gone that when they come back I...I just hold on to them for five minutes each. And they smell just like your hands. It's the best smell in the world.
B: Well, my fingers are available for your sniffing pleasure anytime you need them. Wanna?
C: Okay. Whoo.
B: I like your laugh.
C: I like you making me laugh.
D: I hate to break this up, but we're setting up for lunch.
C: Oh, okay. Sorry, Sue. I have to go.
B: Where you going?
C: It's my dad's birthday, and we go every year and we pick a pineapple. It's a tradition. 
B: That sounds nice. Okay, well, I had a great time.
C: Me, too.
B: Okay.
C: Would you like to have breakfast again tomorrow morning, same time? Because I teach an art class at 10.
B: Really?
C: Yeah.
B: I wish I could make it, but, yes, I will be there. Take care.
C: Okay. One for the road. It is fishy.
B: Got you good. Aloha. 
C: Aloha!
B: See you tomorrow. 
D: Hey, you. Aloha.
B: Aloha.
D: Not aloha, “hello”, aloha, “goodbye.” We're closed today. Go away.
B: What are you talking about?
A: Order up!
D: Don't move. I have to talk to you.
B: Okay.
B: Hey! Tattoo-Face!
A: Hey, Peanut Butter Cups!
B: Hi.
C: Hi.
B: My fingers are extra fishy today, if you care to take a whiff.
C: What was that?
B: I was petting my walrus all morning and thinking of you the whole time.
C: Okay, pervert. I think that you should leave. 
B: What? I was joking around because of what we talked about yesterday.
C: Yesterday? I've never even met you. Nick! I need help!
D: You, follow me.
B: Wait a... What's going on? I was kidding around with you! What's happening here? ls she crazy or something?
D: Lucy is a very special person. Very different from other people.
B: Okay?
D: About a year ago, Lucy was in a terrible car accident. She and her father went up North Shore to get a pineapple. Her father broke some ribs, but Lucy suffered a serious head injury. She lost her short-term memory.
B: So she can't remember anything?
D: No, no, no, she has all of her long-term memory. That's a different part of the brain. Her whole life, up to the night before the accident, she remembers. She just can't retain any new information. lt's like her slate gets wiped clean every night while she sleeps.
B: Hold on. This sounds like something I would tell a psycho girl....so she'd stop calling me. Am I the psycho girl?
D: I wish I was making this up! She has no memory that she ever met you.
B: What about the pineapple-picking thing?
D: She says that every day, because each morning she wakes up thinking it's October 13th of last year. She comes for breakfast because that's what she did on Sundays and October 13th was a Sunday. She has no idea it's more than a year later.
B: She reads the newspaper though.
D: lt's a special paper her father puts on their porch every night. lt's from the day of her accident. He got hundreds of them printed out. Lucy does the same thing every day.
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